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Not, mind you, that the little Yamaha was unsubstantial, far from it, but it was so good as to make it almost (but not quite) uninteresting. Dammit, what can I say about a 250 that has the ability to outperform its rider(s) in every respect? You name it, the Yamaha did it, and always with a reserve in hand.
Not, mind you, that the little Yamaha was unsubstantial, far from it, but it was so good as to make it almost (but not quite) uninteresting. Dammit, what can I say about a 250 that has the ability to outperform its rider(s) in every respect? You name it, the Yamaha did it, and always with a reserve in hand.


As far as I can remember, this is the first Japanese machine I have ridden that has proved to have frictional qualities equal to European ones. Things like tyres, suspension damping, and brakes. Most of them fall down in one or other aspect, even the Honda Four, till now, top contender, but in second place now.
As far as I can remember, this is the first Japanese machine I have ridden that has proved to have frictional qualities equal to European ones. Things like tires, suspension damping, and brakes. Most of them fall down in one or other aspect, even the Honda Four, till now, top contender, but in second place now.


Starting. In the early stages of my short-term ownership, before I got the hang of cold starting, it once or twice nearly proved to be the end of what was to be a beautiful friendship. It all started in Yamaha's garage at Camberwell, London, on the first kick. To cut a long story short, only one plug fired. I realised power was down, but put it down to the odd choke arrangement for cold starting, and by the time I understood that only one combustion chamber was doing its stuff, the dead plug was wet.
Starting. In the early stages of my short-term ownership, before I got the hang of cold starting, it once or twice nearly proved to be the end of what was to be a beautiful friendship. It all started in Yamaha's garage at Camberwell, London, on the first kick. To cut a long story short, only one plug fired. I realised power was down, but put it down to the odd choke arrangement for cold starting, and by the time I understood that only one combustion chamber was doing its stuff, the dead plug was wet.
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